Nothing. I’ve got nothing to write today. I could write about being lazy and sleeping in this Saturday morning, but that’s not too interesting. I could write about a day spent shopping and going out to lunch with my daughter and sister today, but I can’t come up with anything to say about it. I could write about how we dropped by Mom’s, and she was out on some errands, and we found ants in the kitchen and sprayed them and cleaned up the mess so mom wouldn’t worry about it. I could write about taking my daughter back to college tomorrow, but I don’t want to think about that- I’m not quite ready for her to go yet. I could write about the message from my other sister that her friend’s husband who had been recovering from a stroke, and seemingly doing better, died today. But I will save my words to send in a card.
Everything. I have everything to write about today. Every day. There is so much to write about any day. The problem is not finding something to write about, really. You just have to take some time and write. It’s not always great, but if you’re a writer, you just have to keep on writing even when you think you got nothing.